Violet rolled over to stare at the blank ceiling. She couldn't help but think how different it was from her ceiling at home; lined with streaks of black, burgundy, and silver. She had painted it herself, hoping that every time she looked up when in her bed, she would be comforted by the dried out rivers of blood and moonlight and the night sky.
The bare cement ceiling in her cell would surely drive her insane, but then again, wasn't she already? Why else would they have put her here where every person was either hollowed out or entirely too full?
She hears a scream; a heartbroken, ear-splitting scream, and shoots straight up in her bed.
"I can't leave Addie! Not with her! She's already smothered my brother, she'll hurt Addie if I leave her alone! Please."
Something about the voice is drilling holes into the sides of her head and something about what he said is making her eyes sting. He is the first innocent she has heard in months. He doesn't belong here. His heart is still inside his body. Unlike her; her heart is missing and the cavity has been filled with styrofoam packing peanuts and bubble wrap.
She needs to meet him. She wagers that the life will still be dancing behind his eyes, and would sell her soul to see it.